LemonOtter
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It’s been one hundred and thirteen days since Jisung was admitted into rehab.
Familiar scenery passes by quickly. Memories play in his head as they drive through the town. Hyunjin sat on the handlebars of Seungmin’s bike as they laughed while riding along the boardwalk. Seungmin sang ballads at karaoke in the arcade while Jisung and Hyunjin held up their phone flashlights. Jisung roasted marshmallows over the fire pit on the beach as they told scary stories.
Strong arms wrapped around his middle. Hot breath ghosting the shell of his ear. Perfectly sculpted jawline, high cheekbones and a sharp nose. Perfect little bunny teeth smile. The scent of warm vanilla that encapsulated his senses and the feeling of home. Jisung closes his eyes and tries to will the memory away before the darkness sets in. Before the tears that he can still feel falling down his cheeks begin. Before the sight of packed bags and the sound of small sniffles. Before the feeling of lips on his one last time.
OR: Jisung returns to the small seaside town he used to spend his summers in with his best friends. But it's 8 years later, fresh out of rehab, and he reunites with the summer love he never got over.
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“Okay,” Jingyi says, as Sizhui puzzles this out aloud. “Okay! So the demon has been turning its victims into children.”
“I think so,” Sizhui says.
“To make them easier prey,” Jingyi says.
“Yes,” Sizhui says.
“So—” Jingyi’s voice cracks here, “this kid is Senior Wei.”
Wei Wuxian, still tangled in his own massive robes, blinks politely at them.
(Or: Wei Wuxian is cursed on a night-hunt, and the junior quartet rapidly finds themselves in over their heads.)
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“Chan, I don’t want to talk to you- oh, you’re not Chan. Sorry.”
A young man stood behind him, looking shocked. He was likely a student, but looked around Jisung’s age. He was handsome, with dark hair that fell over his forehead and deep, sharp eyes. Jisung thought he looked somewhat like a cat. The man blinked, unmoving for a moment until he snapped out of it.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, I didn’t know anyone was down here.” He turned on his heel to leave, but Jisung found himself calling out to him.
“You don’t have to leave, I don’t mind.”
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Minho doesn’t know when he started caring so much about sketchpad guy but maybe he secretly wants to use draw me like one of your french girls on a cute art student and have it end in him getting railed.
Is that too much to ask?
Probably.
But that’s why Minho isn’t asking and instead is activating his hot gay guy aura to hopefully sway this other also hopefully gay guy to sleep with him and maybe draw him, preferably both.
or: Minho is down bad for Jisung, an art student who regularly draws buff guys at the gym. A series of unhinged thoughts later and Minho offers to be a reference for him.
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“How do you just get roped into a bet for five hundred dollars?” Jisung snorts, sitting back down on the bed with one leg folded up beneath him. He’s still without a shirt, and Minho is having a hard time focusing while his tits are out like that. Jisung’s chest is unfairly sexy.
He forces himself to look in Jisung’s eyes, scowling when he catches the knowing smirk on his face. “I was being judged. He was testing me. That’s not the point—” he swallows the spit pooling in his mouth. “All you have to do is pretend to be my boyfriend for four months.”
“Sorry?” Jisung laughs incredulously, eyebrows shooting up.
“You heard me,” Minho grumbles. This is so fucking stupid. He realizes how stupid this is. “He bet me I couldn’t hold onto a boyfriend for four months. I told him I’m kind of seeing someone already, no big.”
(OR: Minho and his fuckbuddy pretend to date, Minho pretends he's not falling.)